Walking all the day, near tall towers
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where falcons build their nests
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Siver winged they fly,
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they know the call of freedom in their breasts
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Saw Black Head against the sky
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with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
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Living on your western shore,
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saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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I stood by your Atlantic sea
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and sang a song for Ireland
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Talking all the day with true friends
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who try to make you stay
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Telling jokes and news,
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singing songs to pass the night away
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Watched the Galway salmon run
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like silver dancing darting in the sun
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Living on your western shore
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saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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I stood by your Atlantic sea
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and sang a song for Ireland
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Drinking all the day in old pubs
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where fiddlers love to play
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Someone touched the bow,
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he played a reel
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it seemed so fine and gay
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Stood on Dingle beach
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and cast in wild foam we found Atlantic bass
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Living on your western shore,
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saw summer sunsets asked for more
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I stood by your Atlantic sea
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and sang a song for Ireland
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Dreaming in the night I saw a land
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where no man had to fight
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Waking in your dawn
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I saw you crying in the morning light
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Lying where the falcons fly,
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they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky
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Living on your western shore,
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saw summer sunsets asked for more
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I stood by your Atlantic sea
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and sang a song for Ireland
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Song For Ireland
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Mary Black |